In the absence of labor opportunities in France due to that old trouble we call technology (that would be.. machines that pick the grapes), we have decided to detour until our next destination of Turkey in two weeks. I have chosen the blessed United Kingdom as my choice of refuge, and Michael is... well I don't know where for the time being. I'm excited for the opportunity to take a break from the hectic life on the road with painful attempts at conversations in a foreign language, mysterious meals that never come out like you thought they would (how does frommage even sound like cheese?, and to visit a friend from home that is studying over here in England. It has been a sigh of relief reading menus in English, resupplying my stash of books, and getting to share travel stories with new friends. My sites on the itenerary as of now are: Stonehenge, Canyoning in Wales for the weekend, the countryside of Scotland and the beautiful city of Edinburough, a possible stint in the land of the Irish for a few days (?), and of course the lovely but dreadfully bad-weathered London. So far I spent my first night trapsing the streets of London with my self and my big backpack until 4 AM looking for the hostel my friends were at. After many stressful encounters I won't recall here, I found the Brits to be surprisngly helpful and kind, and I'm glad they speak English. After a day in the city visiting the Tower of London and its historical references to the past Kings and Queens (including the most famous jewels in the world), I made it here to Cambridge where I'm enjoying the sites of the many, historic universities and the intellectual chatterings at the local pub. We will see where I go next.
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